Froth Slosh B'Gosh

Easter Morning!

Easter Morning...She fell on her way to the ballgame last week, and scraped her nose.

Another St. Patrick's Day Picture

My daughter is a ready for the parade, but I think she's a bit intimidated by seeing Daddy in his uniform.

No Longer Mine

Something of a personal post on this, the last day of vacation (yes, its back to the office tomorrow).  This is my stuffed bear, Aspirin (even as a youngster, I was a smartass).  I got him when we lived in Tennessee, around the time I was 5 or 6 years old, which would be around 1967-1968.  Over the years, he went from being snuggled in my bed at night, to a shelf, and ultimately a closet, but I always had him around, hoping someday to pass him to one of my own children.  Now, I have a little girl of two and a half years old, so I cleaned him up a bit, sewed up his sprung seams, replaced his eyes that had disappeared decades ago, and presented him to my daughter so she can now snuggle him.  Perhaps someday, I'll have a grandchild who will hold him.

Well, vacation is said and done.  Back to the usual nonsense!

After The Wrapping Paper

Just a few shots from Christmas morning. This was my daughter's first "Santa" Christmas.

Someone was a little reluctant upon waking.

Checking out the new kiddie kitchen.  Her favorite feature is the sink.  When she drops her pacifier on the floor, she now runs to the "sink" and "washes" it.

"Pouring out" the "old coffee."

Uh oh, she's already developing bad driving habits.

She's off, she has her phone, her purse, a fistful of play money, and there is no stopping her now!